Blade of Chance
Leaning on the edge of faith
Against my neck chance is a blade
Gripped by every mortal hand
A slash and push I will not land
Immortal beings still my fear
Sing sweet to me the ending near
My hand upon the blade of chance
Oh darling, don’t we live to dance?
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